Cecil's search for meaning
On the journey from Melbourne to Adelaide, I had a number of personal growth experiences—times when I had to push myself outside of my comfort zone. This was one of them.
I don't understand the fascination you humans have with bigger-than-life replicas of small things. Perhaps that's why life seems meaningless to the smartest humans—big thoughts about little things. Chill dude.
So, anyway, back to my comfort zone—or out of it, to be more precise. This giant koala has a complex. not me. I'm fine.
See the sign? He blames his complex on the Tourist—on me—which really isn't fair. It's not my fault that he has been gutted and filled with nick-nacks. Blame it on management, not me!
Well, I'm raving. Sorry. You can see this comfort-zone-expanding experience is still with me. Deeply. It all started with the sign on the front door that says, "Enter from rear."
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